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t^fomi^cuou^ "Poem^. 



HUMOROUS, SENTIMENTAL AND 
INSTRUCTIVE. 



By JAMES \V. WHARF. 



Why dream of a ladder ascending to Fame, 
Without stepping upward, the top round to gain, 
Or to grasp the fair prize at the end of the chase. 
Unwilling, yourself to run in the race. 



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THE COMMERCIAL TEAVELEB 

/^OMMERCIAL salesmen you may see,' 
^■^ In this and every town; 
Full of life and jolly glee; 
As bold as old John Brown. 

They walk erect with pompous air, 

Dignified in style, 
They smash the ladies everywhere, 

With a commercial smile. 

He combs his hair and cleans his teeth, 

And dresses very fine, 
And pays a boot-black on the street, 

A dime to get a shine. 

They patronize first-class hotels, 

And love the best of fare; 
They always have a joke to tell, 

And many more to spare. 



THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER, 

With great politeness he displays, 

His samples very fine, 
And 'sells for cash, the best of pay, 

Or thirty days on time. 

He pays his fare upon the train. 
And takes a smoking car; 

He strikes a match into a flame, 
And smokes a fine cigar. 

A drummer has no easy life. 
And finds no time to play; 

He must work both day and night, 
To make the business pay. 

A better class of jolly boys 

Are seldom ever found; 
The landlords always sing for joy, 

Whene'er they come around. 

The railroads reap a rich reward, 
From drummers every year, 

And hotel men will surely starve, 
When drummers disappear. 



THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER. 

Then let us cheer them on their way, 

By doing what we can, 
For their success from day to day, 

Among the business men. 



rilhJ LKTTKll IS Tit AS Sir 

l^y\ Y FACP^ 18 like the driven snow, 
J So beautiful and fair; 

My way is paid before I go 

To distant climes elsewhere. 
I travel in a dark mail-sack 

Under lock and key, 
A sticking-plaster on my back, 

That I may truthful be. 

The lines and marks upon my face. 

Proclaim my destiny. 
That I may surely find my place 

In Washington, D. C. 
The carrier takes me by the hand. 

The president to see: 
The greatest man in all the land, 

Becomes a friend to me. 



THE LETTER IN TRANSIT. 

He rc'iidp the (U)iitents of my heart, 

And thanks rne for the call, 
Becausf-' T took an active part 

In getting votes last fall. 
He makes a contindant (^f me, 

And folds me with his hands. 
And sends me off to Germany 

To consummate his plans. 

The ladies tell me all they know 

Ahont their se(;ret plans, 
And kiss my li]js before I go 

Far off to distant lands. 
How sweet, indeed is such a kiss. 

My open lips to seal — 
The secret of an inward wish 

That I cannot reveal. 

Preachers solemnize the rite 

Of wedlock for a fee; 
They make of twain both man and wite. 

And pray so mote it be. 



THE LETTER IK TRANSIT. 

In many cases I do more 

Than any clergyman, 
In making matches long before 

The wedding day began. 

I eulogize men to their face, 

And laud their names on high; 
I consummate the plans they make, 

Their bargains ratify. 
I raise men to the highest pitch, 

And then I make them fall 
For buying votes in politics 

For candidates last fall. 

Eighteen-hundred years ago, 

I worked for Old St. Paul; 
His heart with love did overflow 

For Jews and Gentiles all. 
He sent me off' to Ephesus, 

The gospel truth to prove 
By holding up the Savior's cross 

Of everlasting love. 



THK LKTTER IN TRANSIT. 

Me filled my h<'art with burning: love 

Of truth and grace divine; 
'i'he Holy Spirit from above 

Inspired each word and line. 
The Revelation of St. .Tohn 

The Lord consigned to jne, 
"His loving purpose to jnnke known— 

Whatever that pnr})ose be. 

I always stop in every town 

To call on Uncle vSam; 
He liands me ovei' to -John Brown 

With news for Mary Ann. 
1 tell her all she wants to know 

In solemn secrecy, 
About her loving handsome beau, 

Who lives in Tennessee. 

She keeps me all the livelong day 
And sleeps with me at night, 

And dreams the happy hours away 
Of love, till broad daylight. 



DEATH AXD OLD AGE. 

T HAVE a large farm, with a mortgage* thereon. 

Falling due in five years and a day. 
If I should but live, I can surely pull through, 
With my saving, th<? mortgage I'll pay. 
Perchance I may die, e're the mortgage falls due, 

And there's no one besides, left to pay. 
Then what will my wife, and my dear children do, 
When the homestead is mortgaged away. 

The mortgage is large, with interest thereon, 

At the end of each year falling due, 
To meet this demand, it depends on success, 

For without it, I cannot pull througJi, 
But more than all this, my crops all may fail, 

And my strength, and my health may give way, 
Then what will my wife, and my dear children do, 

When the homestead, is mortgaged away. 



DEATH AND OLD AGK. 11 

For ten thousand dollarn my life I'll insure, 

'Tis the very best thing I can do, 
To lighten the burden, in case of my death, 

And to pay off the mortgage when due. 
The c(jntract agrees, after twenty full years, 

The full sum then due, will be vpaid, 
Therefore, I'll win, if living or dead. 

A fortune, at death, or old age. 



KEI-:!' FEGUTNG AWAY. 

"T^ EEP pegging away, from morning 'till night. 
' To accomplish a purpose held out to the sight: 
The chances are coming and going each day. 
In order to grasp them, keep pegging away. 

Keep pegging away, though the times may seem hard, 
Then peg all the harder, to obtain the reward, 
Obstructions, though great, grow less every day. 
To all who determine, to keep pegging away. 

Keep pegging away, to lay up in store, 
To keep in the distance, the wolf from the door. 
A support for old age, when strength gives away^ 
All brought about, by pegging; away. 

Keep pegging away, though the profits are small, 
The oa,k was a twig, now a tree great and tall. 
It spread out its branches, and grew every day, 
Greater and stronger by pegging away. 



KEEP PEGGING AWAY. 13 

Keep pegging away, though poor you may be, 
Illustrious examples of success you may see, 
Vanderbilt, Gould, the rich men today 
Amassed their huge fortunes by pegging away. 

Keep pegging away, to earn a good name. 
Far better than riches are garlands of fame — 
^yashington, Lincoln, who've long passed away, 
Immortalized their names by pegging away. 



THh: YOUNN BinDirs mistake, 

^ YOUNG man of twenty, whose name was John 
./'^- Bly, 
He had a big nose, and a nqiiint n\ one eye. 

His cheek hones }>rotrnded, two inches or more, 
And his mouth stood njar, like a great open door. 

His whiskers were red, and his hair was jet black, 
He had a slight stoop, an:l a hump on his back, 

He measured in height, four feet above ground. 
And weighed altogether, just four-hundred pounds, 

John married a lady all handsome and fair, 
With bonnie blue eyes, t.nd light flowing hair. 

Her step was elastic, majestically grand, 

The handsomest lady throughout all the land. 

The people all wondered, but could not tell why 
A lady so lovely, would marry John Bly. 



'HIE YOUNG bride's MISTAKE. 15 

The jonntr bride discovered she'd made a mistake, • 
To rue a Dad bargain, the time was too late; 

For she had discovered, with tears io her eyes, 
That the hump on his back was an awful big size. 

Exclaiming with wonder, and indignant scorn, 
I've married a monster, as sure as I'm born. 

The excitement was great, throughout all the town, 

That the handsome young maid, had married a clown 
When the facts were all known, it relieved their sur- 
prise, 

That the handsome young maid was blind in both 

eyes. 

Therefore, young ladies, take my advice 
And never be anxious to turn to a wife. 

A hast}^ conclusion a stranger to wed, 

Without any guessing, you'd better be dead; 

Remember this lesson, wherever you be, 

That none are so blind, as those who won't see. 



SA M PLE AD V FIR TIS E M E y T. 

/'^^OOD. people all Bhould understand 

Jupt how to save the dimes; 
Then buy your ^oods with cash in hand. 

And never ask for time. 
You have a better eliance today 

Than ever known before, 
To buy goods cheap fo-r ready pay, 
At Godfrey's General Store. 

Dry goods and groceries of all kinds. 

Always kept on hand; 
Also a Very large suppl}^ 

Of fruits already canned* 
A monstrous st(^ck of fine cigars, 

Of very first-class brands, 
And toilet soaps of rich perfume, 

To wash your face and hands. 



SAMPLE ADVEBTISEMENT. 17 

He keeps on hand a large supply 

Of every style and brand; 
First-class suits already made, 

The best in all the land; 
The finest shirts and underwear, 

You ever saw before; 
You'll Und them at the new brick block. 

In Godfrey's General Store. 

Hosiery, collars and handkerchief's, 

Of texture very fine; 
Portmanteaus, grips and pocket books, 

And trunks of every kind, 
A first-class line of boots and shoes, 

Of every style and grade, 
In point of taste and workmanship, 

The very best that's made. 

He'll treat you kindly every way,^ 

If you but on him call, 
And when you see his goods you'll say 

That Godfrey beats them all. 



18 SAMPLE ADVERTISEMENT. 

The cheapest goods you ever bought 

In all your life before; 
You'll find them in the new brick block, 

At Godfrey's General Store. 



MISTAKES OF LIFE. 

I I JHE mistakes of life are many, 

To rich and poor alike, 
Each striving for a penny 

And wealth for future life. 
The plans of both are varied, 

And each his own plans follow; 
One plows deep and wide, 

The other, wide, but shallow; 
Sanguine in expectation, 

In this they were alike, 
But deep plowing succeeded. 

The shallow proved a- blight. 

To read the Bible every day 
Should always be commended, 
To young and old 
And high and low 



20 MISTAKES OF LIFE. 

Its blessings are extended. 
All may seek and find in it 
The way of true salvation 

Through Christ who died to savt 

The ends gf all ^creation; 
One believes and trusts His word; 

Another the word forsakes — 
To him the boon of hope is lost, 

A very great mistake. 



LINES ON THE 16TH ANN I VERSARY OF THE 
WEDDING OF J. E. WHARFAND WIFE. 



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'M thinking of the^past, Delia, 
When we stood side by side, 
When I clasped your hand in mine, 

And you became my bride. 
How sweet the memories of the past, 

How oft they come to me. 
The happy days of honey moon, 
I spent alone with "Dee." 

You were young and sprightly then, 

And I was hale and strong; 
And many happy days we spent, 

In our new cottage home. 
The scene is somewhat changed, Delia; 

Since you and I were wed: 
Three dear children living now, 

And two sweet babes are dead. 



22 WEDDING ANNIVEKSARY. 

Time flies on apace, Delia, 

We cannot stop its flight; 
The past will ne'er return again, 

'Tis hidden from our sight; 
Yet we'll ne'er forget the days, 

The happy days of yore, 
Living on fair memory's page, 

But will return no more. 

The future is unknown, Delia, 

It may repeat the past. 
Of mingled joy and sorrow, 

Short lived they cai^not last. 
Yet there's something better, "Dee," 

Prepared for you and I: 
A crown of Glory after death. 

Where pleasures never die. 



FBA TE R NA L JXTE RESTS. 

r^ARMER8 of F. M. B. A. 

Are working hard to have their way, 
In buying goods all from one store, 
Thus saving ten per cent, or more. 
At first sight the thing looks well, 
In case they have no pork to sell. 

But when their barns are running o'er, 
The market price, becomes a bore. 
They then demand it as a right, 
Often per cent, a higher price. 
To down the prices when they buy, 
And rule the trade, by selling high. 

The merchant needs the farmers aid; 
The farmers must, with merchants trade, 



24 FRATERNAL INTERESTS. 

Their interests are identical, 
In what they buy and what they sell. 
Fraternal interests all demand, 
By giving each the helping hand. 



THE OLD SETTLERS. 



Air — Tolm Brown. 



f, I JHE old folks are coming, here again today, 

To meet their dear old comrades, and cheer 
them on their way, 
Though fee3hle in their old age, yet their souls are 
young — 

While they go marching on. 



('hoeus — Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, etc. 

The memories of the past will never fade from view, — 
They bring forth recollections of friends both grand 

and true. 
Some are yet still living now, — the greater number 

gone- 
While we go marching on. 



26 THE OLD SETTLE HS. 

Tlie school-house on the hillside, with its puncheon 

floor, 
All things went on lovely and a little more. 
The master thrashed us daily to help the school 

along — 

While we went marching on. 



Pens were good and plenty then, from goose-quills 

they were made, 
And mended by the master, for that was then his trade; 
The writing was "John Hancock," the strokes were 

bold and true — 

While we went marching on. 



The music of the spinning wheel, will never be outdone. 
Its grand old tones were written by a rapid back- 
word run. 
By bouncing girls in flannel dress, who made the old 
wheel hum — 

While they went marching on. 



THE OLD SETTLERS. 27 

The farm-house near the woodland, the place where 
we wei'e horn, 

Where with our dear old father, we plowed and 
shucked the corn, 

And reaped the wheat with sickles sharp, and thresh- 
ed it out with flails — 

While we went marching on. 

The wagon of the olden time, it onlj^ had two wheels, 
'Twas homelike, and much cheaper than railroads 

made of steel, 
Drawn by two big oxen, whose names were Jack and 

Tom- 
While they went marching on. 

The women of the olden time, they spun both flax 

and wool. 
And made the breeches for us boys while we attended 

school; 
They dressed themselves in flannel neat, with neither 

pad nor bustle — 

While they went marching on. 



28 THE OLD SETTLKKS. 

False modesty was then unknown, to woiuen ot that 

day; 
They"' shucked the corn witli luisking peg, and worked 

among- the hay; 
If they were caught in their bare feet, they fhd not 

run away, 

While they Avent marching on. 

The ladies of the olden time were wise and very ciiaste, 
And handsome as they are today, without a painted 

face, 
And they were far more healthy, too, because they 

did not lace — 

While they went marching on. 

When we were boys together, we had a jolly time, 
And rode on horseback to the church through rain 

and hot sunshine; 
When church was over, we rode home and took the 

girls behind — 

While w^e went marching on. 



T>IE OLD SETTLERS. 29 

Wi' ti-ain(^d our horses to kick up. we thought it just 

and riglit, 
And as we rode along the road it was a kicking sight, 
The girls they hugged us more and more, with all 

their strength and might — 

While we went marching on. 



When we were boys together, we all knew how to grub, 
And always raised a crop of corn, but never saw a bug; 
But now the bugs are numerous, they make the 
farmers storm — 

While they go marching on. 

And now my dear old comrades, I've one thing more 

to say, 
May the good Lord bless you, one and all, and hel]) 

you on your way, 
That when your race is ended, then He'll say to you, 

'^Well done"— 

While we go marching on. 



THE LOST CAXE. 
Written to Jennie Williitnis, IM. I).. (';i.sev, IIIiimjii^ 

TT^LEASE call and get my dear old cane, 

Which I forgot till on the train. 
You'll find it at the old depot, 
The place where all good people go. 
While on the train I met John Brooks, 
For old St. Louis he was hooked; 
His words were kind, his smile was bright, 
Perchance he may bring back a wife. 



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FA .'^ HI ON A BL E BEL I GION. 

y^ GRJ]Y-HEADED old man, aged three score 
J ' and ten, 
WIh) li^-ed in a hut way down in the glen, 
Once in a time in the month of September, 
To church he would go, his Lord to remember. 

He quickened his pace, to be there in good time, 
While the great peal of bells rang out a sweet 

chime; 
He entered the church, and looked very poor; 
The usher then showed him a seat at the door. 

The pews were all cushioned, five hundred or more. 
Except a small number, reserved for the poor, 
No cushions or carpets were tound in their pews — 
Alas! for the poor had no right to choose. 



32 FASHIONABLE RELIGION. 

A dude in his broadclotli and silken plug hat, 
Was seated on velvet with those of his class, 
His gold-headed cane and his dinmonds not few, 
Was a passport of welcome to sit in th(^ pew. 

The organ was grand, the singing su])liine, 
A dude for a leader, who counted the time; 
The preacher and people, they thought it was 

grand 
To have the hest choir throughout all the land. 

The ladies and i>ents who sang in the (dioir, 

In hroadcloth and silks and gaudy attire, 

With laces and diamonds they'd showed at their 

best, 
Not one in their number religion professed. 

"We are all one in Christ," was read as a text, 
To make it all plain, he preached at his best; 
His theory was true, as the Bible did prove. 
The practice was false, as shown by the pews. 



FASHIO^iABLE RELIGION. 33 

A j^raH-bag and fish-pond, it looks very funny, 
Set up in tlie church to brin^ in the money; 
A prize cake, with ring, and a dime for a. draw, 
Tlie worst kind of lottery the Lord ever saw. 

A festival, too, some call a good thing, 
Id the house of the Lord to bring money in; 
But yet, after all, it's a very poor way, 
To kill off the women vvithout any pay. 

Religion of fashion, it makes a great show 
In the house of the Lord where the rich people go. 
In slighting the poor, it mocks at the Lord, 
Insultingly giving the lie to his word. 

Therefore, my dear friends, don't fall into passion 
Because I have made a strike at the fashion. 
And now in conclusion I say unto you. 
If you are not guilty, please don't wear the shoe. 



Dedicated to C. E. Hilts. 

T F you but want a health resort, 

Such as nature brings, 
Then step aboard the iron horse, 

And off to Saylor Springs, 
Where chalybeate waters flow: 

From nature's boundless store, — 
An antidote for pain and woe. 

Abundant evermore. 

Chorus: 

Then haste away to Saylor Springs, 

Let nothing cause delay, 
And when you drink and bathe therein. 

You'll always want to stay. 

For all diseases of mankind, 

These waters are the best; 
If you'll but try them you will find 

The proof is in the test. 



SAYLOR SPRING.*. 35 

Carbonic acid, soflinm, 

And scores of minerals rare, 
You'll find them all at Saylor Springs. 

And nowhere else but there. 

Woodlavvn Hotel, a specious place-, 

The best in all the laiul. 
Near by the artificial lake, 

A scene sublimely grand. 
Green lawns and spacious promenades. 

Most everywhere are found. 
And shaded slopes 'neath forest trees, 

Throughout the ground abound. 

East Lynne Hotel enlarged, improved. 

To meet the great demand 
Of all the rushing crowds that come 

From all parts of the land. 
The landlord, too, is very kind. 

It gives him great delight 
To wait on all his many guests 

At morning, noon and night. 



3(i SAYLOR S1*RINGI»!. 

There is no place liko^ Haylor Hprings, 

So beautiful and fair, 
.. Where gushing fountains blessings bring 

From minerals pure and rare. 
With bands of music, pleasant sport, 

To please both young and old, 
And when you see them as you ought, 

The half can ne'er be told. 



TliA NKS G I VI NG H YM N . 
Tune- Dtike Street. 

y^<^3REAT GOD, our everlasting friend! 

On thee for blessings we depend. 
All nature gives at thy command 
Abundant blessings on our land. 

Lord! ma}^ we ever thankful be 
For all our blessings, Lord, from thee; 
Our bounteous harvests everywhere 
Are loving tokens of thy care. 

We thank thee, Lord, for large supplies 
Of wheat and corn and merchandise. 
Our barns are crowded with rich store, 
And yet the Lord keeps giving more. 

God gives to us our daily bread; 
From his rich bounty all are fed; 
His open hand supplies our need, 
And thus he proves a friend indeed. 



58 THANKSGIVING HVMM. 

Thanks be to God who gave his son 

To bleed and die for everyone, 

That all the world through him might prov( 

The gift of everlasting love. 

We thank thee, Lord, for constant grace 
Of Heaven above — a sweet foretaste — 
The prelude of a glorious day, 
When earthly pleasures fade away. 

May all on this Thanksgiving day 
To God their humble homage pay — 
"Prostrate before his throne to fall,'' 
"And crown tlie Saviour Lord of all." 



THE TEMPFiiAyCE ARMY 

AiK -Marchinii; Tlii'ough Georgia. 

1 _r EROES of the Temperance cause, march boldly 

on your way, 
A better day is coming on, when Truth will have the 

sway, 
VVith Prohibition and the right we'll surely gain the 
day — 

While we go marching to glory. 

Chorus — 

Hurrah! Hurrah! roll on the Temperance ball, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! we'll down Old Alchohol, 
Then let us sing the chorus, boys, united one and all, 
While we go marching to glory. 



40 THE TEMPERANCE ARMY. 

A hundred thousand drunkards fall into the grave 

each year, 
Led captive by King Alchohol, strong drink and 

lager beer, 
Then let us boldly strike the foe, and never yield to 

fear — 

While we go marching to glory. 

History will repeat the past, it always has been so, 
"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again," as everyone 

<loth know. 
The right will overthrow the wrong and crush the 

mighty foe — 

While we go marching to glory. 

Accessions to our Temperance cause each day are 

coming on, 
From christian patriots, men of God, for Prohibition 

strong, 
Five hundred thousand women join to help the cause 

along— 

While we go marching to glory. 



THE TEMPERANCE ARMY. 41 

Then let us trust in God alone, and keep our armor 
bright, 

While the ball is rolling on for justice, truth and 
right, 

We'll drive the rum force to the wall with Prohibi- 
tion's might — 

While we go marching to glory. 

And now, brave heroes for the truth, I've nothing 

more to say. 
May the good Lord bless you, one and all, and help 

you on your way, 
That when the conflict's ended, he'll say to you, 

"Well done"— . 

While we go marching to glory. 



7.Y LOVING remembhance of Mns. 

E VALINE CUED. 

Born, Oct. 10, 1801; died, Aug. 5, 18<)1. 

pSEAR MOTHER, thy spirit has gone to rest 
Where sickness and death are unknown; 
Thy Saviour has called thee — he thouojht it was 
best — 
To rest in thy heavenly home. 

We bid the farewell, but we will not repine 
While God's loving purpose we see; — 

He calls thee from earth to a far better clime, 
Prepared in bright Glory for thee. 

We would not recall thee to suffer again 

Afflictions of sorrow below; 
Over eighty-nine years of sorrow and pain 

Prepares thee far better to go. 



MRS. KVALINE CURD. 43 

We hope we shall meet thee when life's work 
is o'er, 

And grasp the again by the hand, 
Where weeping and parting will never be more, 

In Canaan's fair, beautiful land. 



BinTHDAY ANNIVERSARY. 

Compliments to Rev. John W, Eckman on the anniver- 
sary of his 17th birthday, March 7, 1890. 

T TOW ywift the years have fled away 

Since you first saw the light of day: 
How wonderful the retrospect 
Of overwhelming mercies great. 

Each rolling j^ear that speeds away 
Brings age and strength and sure decay, 
Uufolds the wisdom of God's plan, 
His purpose in regard to man. 

A Godly life from youth to age 
Will never blot fair memory's page, 
Your work for God will multiply 
A hundred fold, before you die. 

I'm glad, my brother, that you know 
By blest experience as you go, 
That heavenly glories shine more bright 
In every year that speeds its flight. 



BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY. 45 

That I may prove to you a friend, 
Your love for Christ I would commend. 
He'll prove to you a friend indeed. 
In every trying hour of need. 



SABBATH HYMy. 

/^'~ANE day in seven (tocI has blest, 

That we from worldly ca,res may rest; 
The brightest day of all the seven, 
An everlasting type of heaven. 

Auspicious day, we hail thy dawn. 
Triumphant resurrection morn! 
The conquering Christ from death arose 
In holy triumph o'er his foes. 

Most blessed day of all the week, 
When Christ comes down our souls to meet, 
That we may rise on wings sublime, 
And view by faith a brighter clime. 

How sweet 'twill be in heaven to spend 
A Sabbath that will never end. 
In heaven with all the ransomed host. 
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 



THE FUTVnE. 

T F we the future could loresee — 

Just what what our lot might provw to be; 
If pain or woe or bitter strife, 
'Twoulcl cloud each moment of our life. 

Large sums of money we expend, 
Our enterprises to extend; 
We build and plow and work and sow, 
Thus scattering blessings as we go. 
But if we knew that crops would blight. 
That large success would take its flight; 
We'd never plow, or plant the corn, 
And, hopeless, dread the winter's storm. 

Why do we hope for future bliss 
While living in a world like this, 
Where sin and change hold sovereign sway 
And earthly pleasures fade away. 



48 THE FUTURE. 

If we but knew that we should die 
Before a twelfth-month passeth by, 
How could we bear the awful thought 
If unprepared to meet our lot. 

'Tis best for mortals not to know 
The future life of bliss or woe. 
God thinks it best that we should prove 
The future by a life of love. 



ADVICE. 
(Dedicated to iMr. and IMrs. Geo. T. Williams. Jr., (Jincinnnti. Ohio. 

T AURA and George have united together, 

^Id bonds of affection, which time cannot sever. 
For better or worse, they both have agreed, 
To stand by each other, in time of great need. 

Observation and patience, have heretofore proved, 
That the sunshine of home, is the light of true love, 
It shines in the darkness, reflecting each form, 
Of two loving hearts, cemented in one. 

Hearts thus united, in the bonds of true love, 
In sickne.-s or health, both Helpmates will prove. 
In action or p]( asnre, in rest or repose, 
"Twill send out a fragrance, like that of the rose, 

If you would be happy, please keep this in mmd. 
To never get angry, both at the same time; 
If one should boil over, let the other keep cool, 
The magic of kindness, your passions will rule. 



50 ADVICE. 

If you would make money, save more than you spend 
And n^ever endorse, for neighbor nor friend. 
Keep h);ming your surplus, at a lawful per cent., 
The interest each year, the sum will augment. 

Never he stin.sy, though you may be poor, 
But pity the beggar who comes to your door, 
(Tiving bread to the hungry, their wants to relieve, 
" 'Tis more blessed to give, than 'tis to receive." 

Far better than all, if you would be wise. 
Then run in the race and grasp the fair prize, 
The reward of the faithful, who run in the race, 
The conquest of glory, the triumph of Grace. 



THE S.VAJ?r BOY 

A BRIGHT little boy, at the age often years, 
Says, my father's a very smart man, 
In knowledge and science, he knows a great deal, 
How to work, how to build, how to plan. 

At the age of fifteen, he knows just as much 
As his father, much older, doth know. 
At the age of one score, he knows as much more, 
And believes, that his father's too slow. 

At thirty, he's willing to take his advice. 
Asking his help, in plans great and small. 
And wisely concludes, after learning good sense, 
His father knows more, after all. 

At fifty, to him, his old father's advice. 
Is far better to him, than fine gold, 
At three-score-and-ten, after father is dead, 
His greatness can never be told. 



THb: MITTFN. 

A FOOLISH youth stood at the door 
And proved himself a great big bore; 
Two pretty girls he loved so dear, 
Unknown to him, did disappear. 

Chagrined was he, when left alone, 
Just like a dog wlio lost a bone. 
Amaz(>d he stood and looked around, 
Because the bones could not be found. 

Next day he wandered near and far 
Until he reached a railroad car, 
He surely thought he'd find the lost, 
No matter how much pains it cost. 

At last his hopes were realized; 
He saw the maids with both his eyes; 
His heart was filled with bitter pain 
To see them leave upon the train. 



/.V MEMOniAM. 



in loving remembrance oi" Anna T. Palmateer, infant 
'laughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Palmateer, Terre 
Haute, Ind , wJio died Julv 24, 1891, aged 2 years, 
\) months : nd 27 davs. 



/^~AUR darling only daughter, 
We've laid away to rest. 
God called thee home to glory 

To dwell among the blest. 
We bow in sweet submission 

Beneath the chastening rod, 
'Tis wisdom's admonition 

To bring us near to God. 

Therefore, cease to murmur, 
Nor at God's will complain; 

The loss of your sweet daughter 
Is her eternal gain. 



54 ANNA T. PALMATEER. 

Basking now in glory 

Around God's dazzling throne, 
To sing redemption story 

In her eternal home. 

Brother, sister, don't repine; 

God's purpose is the best, 
Death is only God's design 

To give your darling rest. 
Crowned in glorious, heavenly light, 

She beckons you away 
To brighter scenes, without a night, 

Of everlasting day. 



IN LOVI^G BEMEMBRANCE OF DB. PAYNE 
COyi STOCK. 

JS^ LOVING SON, a brother dear, 
J ^ Whose presence filled our home with cheer. 
From all the scenes of life has fled, 
Who calmly sleeps, but is not dead. 

Fraternal friends who knew him best, 
Who proved him true in every test, 

In mournful silence round his grave, 
Fraternal honors to him paia. 

No mortal tongue can ne'er describe 
The loss of him, our joy and pride, 

On whom we lavished tender care. 
That God our loving boy might spare. 

Could we God's loving purpose know, 
Our bitter tears would cease to flow; 

If we could see God's wise design, 

Our sorrowing hearts would not repine. 



50 DR. PAYNE COMSTOCK. 

Could we but rise on wings sublime, 
-. And view by faith a brighter cliine 
Where mortals live and never die, 
In mansions bright above the sky. 



7" // E / .V V E r EX DE X T. 

mHE INDEPENDENT is my name; 

1 always speak and think the same; 
Therefore, Iwill not condescend 
To ignoi-e truth for foe or friend. * 
My motto is to vindicate 
The truth and right for conscience sake. 

The Indepe-NDE.vT must depend 
For patronage from foe or friend; 
Each shouh^ give a helping hand 
To consummate ^i conquest grand. 

My purpose is to advertise 
Your business, trade or merchandise. 
Thus great fortunes have been made 
In every line and branch of trade; 
Therefore, dear friends, if you are wise, 
Without delay please advertise. 
There's now a chance for one and all. 
Who on The Indp:pe:jDENt XiaW. 



DEDICATED 7VJ h'EV. J(r<EI'J] LOXG. 

\/\ A Y the Lord lii? sevvaiit ^niidc, 
,./ While sailhiii o'(^r the oco-m's ''de 

Amid the dangers of tlie deep, 
Thy servant, Lord, in safety keep. 

We'll not foigeb 'O pra}^ foi- thee. 
When tossed upon the sto my sea; 
That God will ^aidc thee hy };"s hand, 
S'^fely to th\' native land. 

While life shall Inst may 3^ou proclaim, 
Salvation through ihe S;tv jour's name; 
And may the Holy Si)irit ble^v, 
And give his servient jrreat success. 



UN CLE SAM'S HEIiOES. 

A. . Mil:-? • •■ Tlivcr •!, (; ■■■ chx. 

[, I J HE soldier li ijs of Uncle Sam assembled 

here today 
To m< Oc their dear old comrade boys, and cheer 

them on their way, 
Vic ory i' their motto, boys, the Union is their 
■ op'y. 

While the}^ j2,o marching to g'lory. 

"Hurrah! hurrah! we'll sing the jubilee! 
Huirah! hu^'rah! the fla>^ that makes us free!" 
Then le , us sing the chorus from the mountain 
to the sea, 

While we go marching to glory. 



60 UNCLE sam\s heroes. 

The men tliat fought tor freedom, boys, great 

,, danger did forego, 
But on the field of battle, boys, they pressed the 

miglity foe. 
The rebels fell before them, boys, just like the 
melting snow, 

While we go marching to glory. 

The soldier boys of Uncle Sam were loyal, brave 

and true. 
There's one thing they would never stand, I'll 

tell it now to you, 
The rebel flag should not supplant the red, the 

white and blue, 

While we went marching to glory. 

Our soldiers did not fight for pay, but for the 
love of right; 

Thus inspired, they marched away and fought 
with all their might. 

They downed the rebels all the way, and whip- 
ped them out of sight, 

While we went marching to glory. 



INCLE SAM'S heroes. Gl 

The war is over now, brave boys, and we have 

gained the day. 
And Uncle Sam is willing boys, to give us better 

pay. 
While he is rich and we are poor, he'll help us 

on our way, 

While we go marching to glory. 

Some people think the surplus now is cumber- 
some and great, 

That Uncle. Sam should lower the tax to make 
our living cheap. 

But Uncle Sam is not a fool, the soldier boys to 
cheat, 

While they go marching to glory. 

The glorious day is rolling on wdien Uncle Sam 

will call 
The soldiers all together, boys, the poor, the 

great and small. 
He'll then reduce the surplus, boys, and pension 

one and all, ^ 

While we go marching to glory. 



/ ^ I'm V 



SA iVTA CLA US. 

Y 1)111 UP is (^landp.i. S inta Clans, you nee 
J I'm very old. 

I ; Iways come on Christmas T)a3^, my trensiircs 

to unfold. 
To rep^-esent God s precious 'lift, whose k)ve can 

ne'er be told, 
W hile we go marchino: on. 

( noRUs — 

Glory, Glory Hallelujah, 
Glo.-y, Glo^'y Hallelujah, 
Glory, Glory Hallelujah, 
Old Sunia Ciaus has come. 

Eighteen hundred years a'l.o, my mission I began, 
In giving precious gifts to Christ, God's well 

beloved Son, 
Who gave His life upon the cro3s, to save both 

old and young, 
While we go marcliing on. 



SANTA CI A US. 63 

In cver}^ chiiroh throiv^hout the land, +hey look 

for me to come, 
To put ii]^on the Ch^isi mn^. Tree, a gift for every 

ore: 
T^ magniiv the Savior's gift, old Santa Clans 

has come, 

While we go marchir 2: on, 

I steal away to pvivsite homes, and there unload 

my saeh, 
The tiny stockir,':,s on the wall, with precious 

' ;:,iits I pack, 
Pop corn, and toys of vaiious kinds, sometimes 
a Li m her- Jack, 

Wnile we go marching on. 

I always huild up Sunday Schools, wherever I 

may go. 
In bringing in the children, that every one may 

know. 
How much the Savior loved them, eighteen 

hundred years ago. 

While we go marching on. 



BEULAWS IJOLL. 

113 EULAH'S baby now is dead, 
By accident it lost its head; 
Therefore dear Beuhih, do not weep. 
This new babe conjes to your rehef. 

It conies to you already dressed, 
In modern style, the very best, 
With auburn bangs of flowing hair. 
A beauty seldom seen elsewhere. 

A pretty bonnet; trimmed in bUie, 
The latest style, complete, and new, 
It's eyes, like spangled gems of light, 
They give enchantment to the sight, 

It's high heeled shoes are neat and good. 
An antidote for rain and mud, 
' Therefore, dear Bealah, don't you cry, 
This pretty babe will never die. 



THE OLD HOME. 

T N musing o'er the past, today, 

Through memory's glass I look away; 
1 see the cot where I was born, 
Which sheltered me from many a storm, 
Its clapboard roof with vines o'ergrown — 
A picture of my dear old home. 

I see the rude old puncheon floor, 
The w^ooden latch upon the door; 
The latch-string always hung outside 
To welcome all^ — none were denied — 
The traveler, on his lonely way, 
With hunger never went away. 

Our books were few, as you may guess, 

Pilgrim's Progress was the best,. 

Except the Bible on the stand, 

The very best in all the land; 

It was our guide, from day to day, 

To lead us in the heavenly way. 



BH THE OLD HOME. 

I 8ee my sainted mother there, 
In sickness she was always near, 
The having touch of her soft hand, 
A panacea healing grand; 
Her smile was like a soft refrain, 
An antidote, relieving pain; 
The magic other heavenly tone, 
Brought joy and gladness to the home. 

I see again the old arm 'd- chair, 
Where father always bowed in prayer; 
The family circle gathered 'romid, 
Together sang with joyful sound: 
''There is a heavenly land ol light, 
Far, far beyond our mortal sight, 
Where mortals live, and Lever die, 
In mansions far above the sky." 



THt: COT BY THE MILL 

J\ BEAUTIFUL, cot on the slope by the mill, 
J A streamlet near by ;it the foot of the hill, 

Verandjis and attics (jf exquisite taste. 
With p'een lawn and flowers adorning the place. 

The flight of a fancy can never describe 
The pleasures of home from surroundings outside, 
The happy, bright faces of joy and good will, 
Pictures of home on the slope by the mill. 

A hearty, good welcome to strangers who call, 
The cottage home offers good will unto all; 
To all our dear neighbors love worketh no ill, 
As long as we live in the cot by the mill. 

A home for the preacher when coming this way. 
For a year, for a month, or a week or a day, 
All furnished and garnished, so quiet and still. 
A lovely sweet home on the slope by the mill. 



^-THE SWEETEST THIMiS OF I^JAIiTlI 

By Emma C. Down. 
Published l)y permission of the l^adies' Ilouic .Joui-nal. 

\ nr /^HAT are the sweetest things of earth? 
^ ^ Lips that can praise a rival's wortli 
A fragrant rose that hides no thorn; 
Riches of gold untouched by scorn. 
A happy little child asleep; 
Eyes that can smile though they may weep; 
A brother's cheer, a father's praise; 
The minstrelsy of sunny days. 
A heart where never anger burns; 
A gift that looks for no returns; 
Wrong's overthrow; pain's sweet release, 
Dark footsteps guided into peace; 
The light of love in lover's eyes, 
Age that is young as well as wise; 
An honest hand that needs no ward; 
A life with right in true accord; 
A hope-bud waxing into joy; 
A happiness without alloy; 
A mother's kiss; a baby's mirth — 
These are the sweetest things of earth. 



THE BITTEBEST THINGS OF EARTH. 
By the Author. 

/*HAT are the bitterent thi n s of earth?- 



\\ 



A gloomy heart devoid of mirth 
A thorn that hides a fragrant rose, 
A tongue that curses friends and foes. 
A spoken word devoid of truth; 
A drunken man below the brute. 
A jealous wdfe without a cause; 
Evil licensed by the laws. 
One who disregards the poor, 
And turns the beggar from his door; 
One that takes God's name in vain; 
A fallen woman, without shame; 
A wreck upon the railroad track: 
A female kleptomaniac; 
A law which taxes and denies 
A woman's right to her franchise; 
A mortgaged home sold out for debt; 
Obtaining money on a bet; 
A wayward life and sinful mirth — 
These are the bitterest things of earth. 



BEAUTY. 

[;T;]HERE'S beauty in the sunshine 
And in the rainbow bright. 

There's beauty in the summer time 
With gohlen harvests bright. 

There's beauty in the woodland 
When dressed in living green; 

There's beauty in the helping hand, 
Wherever want is seen. 

- There's beauty in the snowflake, 
Descending on the lawn; 

There's beauty in the angry lake 
Amid the raging storm. 

There's beauty in the loving heart, 
To feel for others' woes — 



BEAUTY. 71 

Some deed of love, some help impart, 
True beauty always shows. 

There's beauty in the upright walk, 
Like the rising leaven; 

There's beauty in a Godly thought 
Aspiring up to heaven. 



T)ELA Y. 

^ ^ /^HY wait for the flow of the incoming tide, 

A fortune to bring, while turning aside 
P^rom the road of success, to walk in the way 
Of idle conjecture, uncertain to pay. 

Why scatter the seed on the unbroken soil, 
Awaiting, perchance, a reward for some toil, 
The rain and the sunshine give moisture and glow, 
But for want of the plowing the crop will not grow. 

Why dream of great castles, magnificently fair, 
Floating like shadows dissolving in air. 
Like bursting bubbles which float on the stream, 
lUuding the grasp, enchanting the dream. 



DELAY. 73 

Why dream of the future, far better than now, 
To delve in the earth or to follow the plow, 
Or to purpose a work never done heretofore, 
While the poor man is begging a crumb at your door» 

Why dream of a ladder ascending to fame, 
Without stepping upward, the top round to gain, 
Or to think of a burden for others to bear, 
Unwilling yourself that burden to share? 



W BITTEN FOB A YOU.\(i LADY. 

T 'M weary of watching and waiting alone. 

For the coming of him I love as my own. 
No other so dear, so loving and kind, 
His presence, like magic, brings peace to my mind. 

I long to be with him, and bask in his charms. 
And lovingly clasp bis dear form in my armsj 
The days and the nights would pass swiftly away 
If he could be with me and evermore stay. 

I dream in the night of my lover, so fair, 
With bonnie blue eyes, and light flowing hair — 
More dear to my fancy than gems of pure gold, 
My love for his name, can never be told. 

The days are all darkness when he is away, 
His presence will turn the darkness to day; 
His words they give comfort to Mollie his pride, 
Hoping erelong to make her his bride. 



/. / G II r A y D S HA D w. 

^T~^E.E (lark clouds are coming and going again, 

^ They bring to us blessings descending in rain, 
Reviving all nature, enchisnting the scene 
By clothing tbe meadow and woodland with green. 

If life were all sunshine, the grass on the plain 
Would dwindle and perish for want of the rain; 
The flowers so fragrant woula lose their rich hue 
And die in the summer for want of the dew. 

If life had no sunshine, this world would be drear, 
Its beauties and glories would soon disappear; 
The rainbow of promise no longer adorn 
The beauties of nature just after the storm. 

Both sunshine and shadow in purpose unite 
To bring out the starlight in darkness of night; 
Both teaching a lesson which all ought to heed. 
That hope shines the brightest in time of great need, 



PhUCK AND (ijRIT; LOVE AND ELOPEMENT. 

/"^NCE in a time, there lived in Kentucky, 

A noble young man, whose name was JohnPlucky 
He courted a lady, whose name was Miss Gritty, 
Both being smart, accomplished and witty. 
The age of the lady lacked five of a score, 
And that of young Plucky, nineteen and no more. - 

One night in the summer, they stood at the gate, 
And courted together till nearly daybreak; 
A contract was made, and sealed with a vow. 
That on the next day he'd make her his frau. 
Her father was near, unknown to their sense, 
Concealed from their view, just over the fence. 

Early next morning they left on the train, 

A license to buy, uniting the twain. 

When, all of a sudden, her father appeared, 

Opposed to the match, at once interfered, 

With great indignation, he fell into rage. 

And swore that the couple were both under age. 



PLUCK AN!) GRIT. // 

Tlie loving young couple, tbey did not expect 
This unluck}"- turn, their minds to perplex; 
They both tlien agreed, at a subsequent day 
They'd pack up their kit and then run away — 
Determined to finish what the^' had begun, 
By running away, they'd spoil father's fun. 

A month passed away and things settled down, 
When, all of a sudden, they were missed from 

the town! 
They walked all the day in very great haste, 
When safely they landed in Illinois state. 
Good luck! we are safe, exclaimed Mr. Plucky, 
And laughingly said, "Farewell to Kentucky." 

They both went together a license to buy, 
No one to object or the match to defy. 
The clerk, he believed that both were of age^ 
And out with a pen, a license he made; 
They paid him the sum required by the law; 
The seal was official, without any flaw. 



(b PLUCK AND GRIT. 

The Judge of the Court the license then read, 
And at once he proceeded the parties to wed, 
By t^e hiw of the state, Miss Gritty was Plucky, 
In spite of her father, who lived in Kentucky. 
The cost of the wedding, it took their last cent— 
To live with an uncle they had to consent. 

Plucky was smart, and having no tiade, 
He worked for the uncle with shovel and spade, 
And plowed in the corn from morning till night. 
And thus he supported himself and his wife; 
The summer was ended, the work it played out; 
For other employment he must look about. 

On mutual reflection, they thought it was better 
To write to her father a kind, loving letter. 
Hoping that time his w^rath would appease, 
And send them a draft, their wants to relieve. 
The father then answered, "I'll not give one cent. 
Because you were married without our consent." 

Plucky had grit, and would not give up; 

He made a big stroke, which turned into luck. 



PLUCK AND GRIT. 79 

By making a contract at a dollar per day, 
With a farmer near by, just over the way. 
He worked a full year, and it seemed like a dream; 
The profiti^ were ample to purchase a team. 

The future to Flucky, it looked like a charm; 
He said to his w^ife, '*I'll now rent a farm, 
One being offered at three dollars per acre, 
On very good terms, being ow-ned by a Quaker." 
The old man was plain, but honest and kind; 
Young Plucky just suited the turn of his mind. 

The bargain concluded, young Plucky did vow. 
He'd not go in debt for a horse or a cow; 
The Quaker stood by him and found all the seed, 
Saying, "Friend Plucky, thee never shall need; 
Thy motives are pure, not lacking for grit, 
My farm's at thy pleasure, with all its outfit." 

The Quaker was sad, being left all alone, 
His wife having died in the year past and gene; 
To help his condition and sv\'eeten his life, 
He took to his home both Plucky and wife; 



80 PLUCK AND GRIT. 

Their kindness to bim, both in sickness and health. 
'Twas moi-e to be prized than fortunes of wealth. 

Ten years passed away and the land made its yield, 
Abundance in measure was reaped from the fields, 
The cattle and horses of blood very fine, 
The yield of the orchards and fruits of the vine, 
When sold in the market, paid ofi:' all the ren:t, 
Leaving a surplus of fifty per cent. 

The Quaker w^as kind; at the close of his life 

He willed his estate to Plucky and wife; 

His fortune was large, because he was lucky 

In showing great kindness to the boy from Kentuck}^ 

Plucky succeeded, because he had grit. 

And by the good use of the Quaker's outfit. 

The father and mother, who lived in Kentucky, 
In their feeble old age, were very unlucky; 
The loss of their lands, and money in bank. 
From a financial crash, reduced them to want; 
The art of true begging, to them it was new, 
To drive away want, what else could they do? 



PLUCK AND GRIT. 81 

At last they concludiid, a journey to make, 

To the home of their daughter, in Illinois State; 

Having no money, conveyance to pay. 

They started on foot, and walked all the way; 

The sight of the home, enchanted their view, 

Tiiey said to each other, "It cannot be true." 

The3^ were met by a servant, who came to the door, 
Saying, "What is your wish?" They answered, ' 

"We're poor; 
We want to get lodging, during this night." 
"Yes," she replied, "we'll do what is right." 
They entered the parlor, and being alone, 
They said to each other, "What a beautiful home!'.' 

In a short space of time, Mrs. Plucky came in, 
With a smile on her face, and a big heart within. 
Asking the strangers, to give her their names. 
The place and the country from whence having came. 
They answered and said, "We are very unlucky, 
Having lost our dear home in the State of 
Kentucky." 



82 I'UK'K AND (ilUT. 

Mrs. Plucky replied, ''^'()ll -nre wclcioiin^ to stay; 
The-.a|jed and poor, we'll not turn away; 
The inollior exclaimed, ''W^' thank yovi for ])ity, 
Toyour fatlier and mother, onr nanu's l)einj>; (Iritty/ 

•'(), motluM', dear mother!'' the dan<j;hter exclaimed, 
"Can it he that I look on your sweet lace again; 
Deal" lather, I'ni glad to see you once more, 
'fwenty y(>ars having passed sinc(> I Hod from 

your door." 
''^'es," said th(> fatluu", "and 1 woidd not consent. 
And luriu'd you away witliout giving one cent.'' 
Mr. IMucky came in, overwhelmed with sur})ris(^ 
The sight of the old folks l)rought tears to his eyes. 
"Dear lather and mother, 1 give my consent 
To make tliis your home without giving on« cent." 



N ucn AS \v E II A r h: , w e giv e . 

« 

r, TTIHE ocean gives moisture, condensing in rain, 

Descending on mountain and meadow and plain; 
The ^-ain and the sunshine, with moisture andgh)w, 
(rive fragrance and beauty to all things below. 

'W) imitate nature is to do some good deed 
To all who are helpless, in times of great need, . 
Removing obstructions which stand in the way, 
l^y giving and doing some kindness each day. 

''Such as we have," we always should give, 
Though it be but a penny, some want 'twill relieve; 
To lighten some burden, some kind word to speak, 
To cheer the dejected and strengthen the weak. 

"Such as we have," is what we receive. 
And such is the measure by which we should give, 
An impulse of courage, some good to impart, 
To sweeten the sorrow of some broken heart. 



(S4 HUCII AH WE HAVE, WE CIVE. 

There's a fatherless boy in the sluins of the eity 
Without tender care and no one to i)ity — 
A jewel, perchance, in that pale hap;o;ar(l form, 
The polieh of kindness that life will adorn, 

'Tis more* blessed to give than it is to receive, 
This wonderful truth all men should believe; 
To prove such a blessing, we nnist imitate 
The blessings of him who died for our sake. 



I\ L0V7X(j h'EMK}fJi/i'AXCE OF 
REX PETERS. 

\ I ^HE rosebud of hope by death snatched awjiy, 

From parents and kindred who courted itn stay 
The joy of all hearts, the light of the home, 
Was the dear little Rex whose spirit has flown. 

The playthings and trinkets are all laid aside, 
Obje-'ts of mourning, since dear Rex has died, 
Mementos and treasures of love never told. 
More dear to our hearts than fortunes of gold. 

Grandpa and grandma, both morning and night, 
To dandle the dear one, it gave them delight; 
Both uncles and aunts delighted to see 
The dear little Rex in bis frolicsome glee. 



86 REX PKTEHS. 

The casual observer don't soo nny change; 
The tiowers and mottoes are all just the same; 
But-tp father and mother death brings a retiex- 
Oh! what is their home without little Rex? 

Our dear little Rex has a far better home 
In the bosom of Jesus who sits on tlie throne. 
Free from all sorrow, from sin and all pain, 
The rose-bud of earth is blooming again. 



WHAT IS IIOMh: WITHOUT A MOTHER:' 

< < \ \ /"HAT i8 home without a mother?' 

Pray can any mortal tell; 
Ts there one thing or another, 
That can fill her place so well? 

"What is home without a mother?" 
Though it be a mansion grand, 
'Tis like a ship without a rudder, 
Perchance a wreck upon the strand. 

•'What is home without a mother?" 
Though it be a humble cot, 
Want succeeds each day of sorrow. 
Since the home has lost its prop. 

"What is home without a mother?" 
Though its halls with music ring; 
All its sweetest tones are over, 
A tuneless harp, without a string. 



NEGLECT. 

/^'^F all the sins beneath the sun. 

Neglect has proved the greatest one, 
Sad victims crowd her placid way, 
She seizes them as lawful prey. 

Indolence graspt? her by the hand. 
With folded arms she idly stands; 
No work to do, no good to expect, 
The consequence ot sad neglect. 

The brightest prospects of the past, 
Like phantoms, they illude the grasp 
Of mortals who procrastinate 
To work, and will, when 'tis too late. 



NEGLECT. 89 

Fortiinen bequeathed to children dear, 
Are spent and squandered every year; 
For want of care, they don't reflect, 
A fortune lost by pure neglect. 

Ladies often make mistakes, 
For want of care in choosing mates; 
Deceived, they're lett without pretext, 
The pure reward of sad neglect. 



FOh' THE ALBUM. 

^T^RUE friendship will forever shine 

In every autographic line; 
Its living words will always prove 
A compliment of real love. 

In every page 'twill leave a mark 

Of a loving, truthful heart; 

Time and change will ne'er etl'ace 

The memories of true friendship's grace. 

May everN'one who writes \vithi!i 
Friendship's loving tribute bring — 
Your c^ompliments in time of need 
Will always prove a friend indeed. 



'///a; poisoned vini^j. 

J^ TENDER vine grew in th(; wood, 
J ^ A Haj)ling uak near by it stood; 
'•Dear Mister Sapling," said the vine, 
"May not my tendriln 'round thee; twin<^?" 

'I'lie sapling could not understand 
The nature of thin strange demand, 
'I'licreforc, at first would not consent 
Unlaws it knew the vine's intent. 

"My purpose is," replied the vine, 
"To k(!ep you warm in winter time; 
My shade will prove a safe retreat 
To cool your trunk in summer's h(!at. 

"Therefore, I hope you'll condescend 
in time of need to be my friend. 
That I around your trunk may climb 
To get a glimpse of warm sunshine." 



92 THE POiaONKD VINE. 

The secret then was understood, 
A mutual union in the wood; 
T'he bridal vine and sapling groom 
Enjoyed a blissful honeymoon. 

Tlie vine, it made a rapid growth 
Tn twisting 'round the sapling oak; 
it gathered strength, from time to time 
And bloomed into a poisoned vine. 

At this the oak was much ^surprised, 
Thus to behold its poisoned bride; 
In order to assuage remorse, 
It claimed the right to seek divorce. 

But all its efforts were in vain, 
Its former freedom to regain; 
The bridal vine would not withdraw, 
And justified herself by law. 

The law refused to interfere. 
And gave its sanction every year. 
To justify the monster bride 
In wholesale death and suicide. 



THE POISONED VINE. 93 

The saplinp: then began to fail — 

Jtfs healthy look turned deathly pale, 

Delirium seized the frantic oak, 

It gas})od and then gave up the ghost. 

Young man, look not upon the wine, 
Tliough it may seem a tender vine — 
It offers friendship in disguise, 
Deceived thereby^ you'll be unwise. 

Therefore, dear youth, please be aware. 
Before the wine your passions snare, 
If not, 'twill prove a poisoned vine 
To crusb your soul beneath its twine. 



^ liEAUTIFUL city on the slope of the hill, 
./ 0'erlookingtheAmbra\v,that flows by the mill. 
With court house and steeple, magnificently grand, 
Unequal(Ml by many throughout all the land. 

The people are pious, excepting a few 
Who do not believe the Bible is true- 
Hunting on Sabbath, and fishing for perch. 
It gives them more pleasure than going to church. 

'fhe county othcials, from ten to a score, 
All handsome and smart, dist\jiguished lor lore. 
Not taring for preaching, they're left in tlie lurch. 
While rumor reports only one goes to church. 

Opportunities lost will never return, 
Therefore a lesson, which all ought to learn: 
The secret of life while living on earth — 
All this von may learn by going to church. 



HOLIDAY POEM. 



on, 



nnHE holidays are coming 

-■- You'll then need Bomething nice, 
A precious gift for Nancy Jane, 

Or for your pretty wife. 
A fine gold watch, a handsome gift 

For Pa or Uncle Joe; 
Or for the girl you love to kiss, 

A present from her beau. 

Grandma, you know, is growing old, 

Her eyes are very dim, 
And when she tries to read God's word, 

She cannot see a thing; 



96 HOLIDAY POEM. 

A Christmas gift from lier old man, 

Of crystal glasses fine, 
'Twould make her shout aloud for joy, 

While reading every line. 

Watch-chains and rings so very fine. 

All made of first-class gold, 
And diamond pins of various styles. 

Their worth can ne'er he told; 
A large supply of rich perfumes. 

And notions by the score; 
You'll see them in the fine show-case 

At Dr, Ransom's Store. 

The finest dolls you ever saw, 

With pretty rosy cheeks, 
With auburn hair and light blue eyes, 

You'll think they ought to speak. 
Gold pins and fancy envelopes. 

And brushes by the score; 
A large supply of toilet soaps, 

At Dr. Ransom's Store. 



HOLIDAY POEM. f7 



Santa Glaus is coming soon, 
He's now upon the way; 

He's going to call at every home, 
With gifts on Christmas day; 

His stock of presents are all gone, 
He'll buy ten thousand more, 

The finest gifts you ever saw, 
At Dr. Ransom's Stork. 



CIRC UMSTA y TIA L E VIDE.\ CE. 

A FEW years ago, John Brown gave his note 
For five hundred dollars to Mr. Joe Slote; 
The note being due by a year and a day. 
And Brown was unable the money to pay. 
Slote was a banker with money to loan; 
To make good the note, Brown mortgaged hishonu' 

One day In the summer, Brown shot a large deer, 
To capture the same, at once he drew near; 
The deer being wounded, spi-ang up at a bound, 
With blood streaming down from his head to the 

ground; 
Brown in the struggle was stained with the blood. 
While the deer ran a'vay again to the wood. 

Mr. Slote riding by, on his way to the town, 
In a short space of time, overtook Mr. Brown. 



CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. 99 

Tlu'V journeyed together, a half mile or more, 
When liearingthc wood, were seen l)y Joiin Moore. 
Slotc being anxious to make better time, 
Spurred up bis korse, leaving John Brown beliind. 

Slote and Hrowu parted, about four o'clock, 
In ten minutes' time, J^rown beard a gun shot. 
He being anxii)us to capture some game, 
Marcbed boldly onward, from whence the sound 

came, 
Wbcn all of a sudden, a package he lound. 
Exposed to his view near by, on the ground. 

i^irsuing bis journey, be soon left the wood, 
\V\i\\ gun on his shoulder, and sbirt stained with 

blood; 
When all of a sudden he met Mr. Nigh, 
And Mr. .John Rider, both living near by. 
Rider and others, suspected foul play, 
Together determined to search the highway, 
When near by the road side, all covered with bloo 
Th^Y f)Lii I til) d3id b)d\^ jf Siote in the wood. 



100 CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. 

The excitement was great, throughout all the towii. 
When for murder, the State arrested John Brown; 
Denyibg the guilt he tried to explain, 
But having no proof, his plea was in vain; 
His pleading for mercy, would nothing avail, 
He therefore was hurried away to the jail. 

The court, wlien assembled, tlie grand jury found, 
A bill of indictment, for murder by Brown; 
The Judi>e then demanded, e^\ch witness to stand, 
And swear to the truth, by an uplifted hand. 
The ciiarge is for murder; the judge then replied, 
^'Are you guilty or not?" BroAvn sternly denied. 

The Sheriff, on oath; wlien searching he found, 
A package of notes, in the ])ocket of Brown; 
Pive hundred dollars, was the sum of one note, 
Executed by Brown, to Mr. Joe Slote. 
This shirt in my hand, all covered with blood, 
I found it on Brown, as he came from the wood. 

John Moore, on his oath, at once testified. 
He saw Mr. Slote, on a horse he did ride, 



CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDEJ^CK. 101 

And ]^rovvn with a gun, vvlio walked by his side; 
A few inoinents passed, when they entered the wood, 
I saw them no niore, from the i)lae(^ where I stood. 
Tlie time of the day, wns about four o'ch»ck, 
In ten minutes' time, 1 heard a gun shot. 

MOOK?: Ci<OSS-p:XAMINEl). 

QiESTiON. — VV^hen the parties by the road where you 

stood, 
Did you see on Jolm Brown, large 

splotches of blood? 
Did Slote spur his horse to make better time, 
Leaving. John Brown to follow behind? 
Ax'swKH. — I stood on the hill-top, one hundred 

yards high; 
1 saw Mr. Slote and Brown passing by; 
The distance between from the place where 

1 stood, 
Therefore I could not discern any blood. 
The parties passed by me and turned to 

the right, 
Entering the wood, they were lost from 

my sight. 



102 



CI KCl'MST Wri A I, I'lVi DIONCI-: 



.loliii IvHuT Mud Niuh both swore thiil .lohii !>ro\vn 
I*ii<S(Ml !»y liioir door i>n his wnr (<> tlii^ town; 
'• Pmssihu" us slowly as lie cxmr iVom I lie wood. 
With uuii on his should(M'. nnd shirt s{:iin«'(l with 

hlood; 
'I'lu' tini;' t>rtho day wa-^ ahout live v>*c;oc'k, 
Andainih' iVoiii (hr place where Slote wa ^ found 

8hot. 

"\\'(* I'ouud the dead hody ot'Slote in the wood, 
X(\ar hy (he road side, all covert^d with l)loo(l, 
His body was >varni. all co\-(>red with ixovc, 
lie nuist have been shot a short, time bt-fore; 
in searchinu- his clolhiuj;,-, nolliiui;- was found, 
Kxceptiuii,- a letter to Siote from John Hrown. 
Sayinu', My Dear Sir — 1 am unabh^ to pay, 
Hon't foreclose the mortiiaije till some future dav." 



Tlie counsel lov ih'ftMidaut not havinjj; found 
Sullieient j;(>od proof to justify Brcnvn, 
At last they coneludtHi a witness to nuike 
Of the defendant himself for facts in the ease. 



(J I ItC I J M S'l' A N T I A I K V J I ) K N (-" I-: . K )'J 

On oMtli he tlicn sl;it(!(l, "I owed Mr. Slote 
1^'ivo linn(lr(Ml dollars on ;i proinniiswory m/tc. 
"The state liavin<,^ proved a very sti-oiifj; ease, 
Otlx r laets, tlierdoi'e, to yon I'll relate. 
I was alone vviien I aliot the lar<i;e deer, 
lIen(M', the hlood on ni\ elot hiii<j,-, when n.o one 

was near. 
No one was present when Slote was inelined 
To spni- U]) Jiis horse, and leave; me heliind; 
'Hiat I was a mile or more, from the spot 
When 1 iK-ard tht; report, of the fatal j^un sliot. 
1 tlien walked away, whcM'e the paekage I found, 
No other signs was seen on the ground; 
T\\v |)ackage of papers, T put in my coat. 
Intending to give them again to Joe; Slote;. 
These facts please your hemor if you think them good 
You'll say to the jury, spare innocent hlood. 

When the pleadings were over, the jury went out, 
To investigate facts, without any douht, 
In due course of time, each one of them said, 
That Brown must be hung by the neck 'til he's (\eM- 



104 CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. 

The fatal day at length rolled 'round. 

To e:^ecute the death of Brown, 

He trembling on the gallows stood, 

To pay the penalty of blood. 

In trembling accents, thus he spoke: 

"I never took the life of Slote; 

Like Jesus Christ, the Godlike man. 

Like Him, I'll die, a guiltless man." 

And suddenly the trap was sprung. 

For want of proof, John Brown was hung. 

Three months of time, passed swiftly by, 
A neighbor man. about to die, 
Before he breathed his last, he spoke: 
"I took the life of Mr. Slote." 



WONDERFUL THINGS. „ 

^ ^ /^ONDERFUL things the future will show, 

To the rich and the poor, the high and the low. 
What can he done, and what can be lost, 
Depends altogether, on what is the cost. 
Saving the pennies, will lessen the rate. 
The wonderful thing, will be an estate. 

Wonderful thing, if we fail to take heed, 
In saving, a little, for some time of need, 
Or if we neglect, to do what we may, 
In spending but little, and saving each day, 
Our labor and toil, will all be in vain, 
The wonderful thing, is loss without gain, 

The wonderful thing is to close both the eyes. 
Not caring to get a glimpse at the prize. 



106 WONDKRKUL THINCiS. 

Wliile folding the» arms, unwilling to toil, 
Yet aril the while waiting; a crop from the soil: 
Spending, not saving, and wishing for moro, 
The wonderful thing, is Noq^ thnt you're poor, 

Wonderful thought, is the result of delay, 
To put off to-morrow, the duty to-day; 
To make a provision for the dear ones at home, 
Shelter and comfort, when left all alone, 
Without a protector, to earn daily bread; 
Wonderful thought: how they can be fed. 



FOOl.S. 

A MAN who livcK to liorde up wealth, 
And lives on Kcanty fare, 
Receiving all, and never gives, 

To other men their share. 
He neither cares for men nor God, 

And spurns the golden rule. 
And thuH he proves himself to be, 
A oonsumate big fool. 

Fool No. Two — A wife who will not take advice; 

B^om husband, or from friend, 
But makes dame fashion her delight. 

And all, her money spends; 
In spite of all, she'll have her way, 

Just like a stubborn mule, 
Therefore, all her neighbors say, 

She is a first-class fool. 



lOS FOOLS. 

Fool No. Three — A merchanf man, 
Who buys his goods for cash, 
Aritl sells them on the credit plan. 
Will surely make a smash. 

Fool No. Four — A handsome maid. 
Who thinks she ought to wed. 
A lazy man, without a trade, 
Had better far be dead. 

Fool No. Five — Who spends his dimes 

For whisky and strong drink, 
And rushes head-long into crime. 

And never stops to think. 
The biggest fool of all the rest, 

Throughout the world abroad, 
Who in his inmost heart believes, 

And says, there is no God. 



DKAl) UnliSE. 
[From a ijlacaid on a livery stal)lt', ••I'ay Hcfore Vou (;<»."j 

/\ L\VAY8 "pay before you go," 
"Let the winds blow high or low, 
Dead horse pay is very thin, 
It takes feed out and brings none in, 
Therefore, dead horse will prove no good. 
It always will stick fast in mud. 

When Barnum's show is advertised. 
You'll need a rig to take a ride. 
Don't ask for credit when you go, 
Then spend your money for the show. 
Your pretty girl will go of course, 
For cash paid down, or for dead horse, 
And when returning, she comes back, 
For your dead horse, you'll get the sack. 



THE nACIIf'JLOir 

J^ BACHELOR'S life is full ot gloom. 
J A stranger to the honeymoon, 

The magic of a woman's hand 
He oannot fully understand; 
Just like a dog that picks his bone, 
(iirovvling, he eats his grub alone. 

He hordes his money in the bank 
For some future time of want; 
His sordid gold may turn to rust, 
Because he has no wife to trust — 
No wife on whom he may depend. 
In time of need to be his friend. 

Why not take a friend's advice, 
At once to seek a handsome wife, 
One with good sense, just like yourself! 
Whose love is pure, without pretense? 
A wife like this, both day and night. 
Will make you happy all your life. 



LOOK our. 

>f^T"^I8 best to look before you leap, 
Into a stream that's very deep, 
If you ]iav(^ never learned to swim, 
A suicide may prove your sin. 

'Tis best to look, before you go, 
Into your field, the grain to sow, 
For what you sow, you'll surely reajj, 
It may prove tares, instead of wheat. 

'Tis always bet>t, to look within, 
To see the secret bosom sin. 
Unseen, unknown, 'twill still remain, 
The source of everlasting pain, 

'Tis always best to have a friend. 
Ready, a helping hand to lend, 
A friend in every time of need, 
Will always prove a friend indeed. 



THE DESERTED WIFE. 

A HANDSOME maid of sweet sixteen, 
Was won and wed by Cliarlie Green. 
]>eginning life with prospeets bright, 
Sehloni known to man and wife. 

■Tlieir honeymoon passed swiM^tly by 
Without a eloud to dim their sk}^; 
Their future hopes were bright and fair, 
Like floating easth^s in the air. 

Tlu'ir home was in a mansion grand, 
With spreading landseapes on eaeh hand, 
And shatUnl h\wns of k)vely green, 
Gave life and beauty to the seene. 

The husband's father, when lu^ died, 
To his dear son lie set aside 
This spler.did mansion and far more — 
Ten thousr.nd dollars here tofoi-e. 



THE I)]<>KKTEI) WIFE. 113 

Charlie loved a glass of wine, 
And freely drank from linrie to time; 
In course of time he could not stop, 
And thuf? became a drunken sot. 

His loving wife, o'erwhelmed with tears, 
Besought him oft with scalding fears 
To cease the practice of strong drink, 
But, still, he would not stop to think. 

His passions, like a great cyclone, 
Estranged his heart from wife and home; 
With blood-shot eyes and bloated cheeks, 
He drank and gambled all the week. 

His loving wife, filled with remorse 
Thus to behold his downward course — 
Her former hopes, as bright as noon, 
All vanished into midnight gloom. 

In pondering o'er her husband's fate 
Temptation stared her in the lace. 
I only wish that I had died 
Before I came to be his bride. 



114 THE DKSKR'rKI) VVIKK. 

The niortgivncd home was sold for (Itd)t — 

Tlu' mil tiny had coino — 
Three K)ving children aiui a wife 

Were banished from (lieir home. 

Ten iJiousand doUars was (he cost 

Kor gambling- and for rum. 
A wa^sted life, how great the loss. 

Of noble maidiood gone. 

A rude log cabin in the wood, 
Willi quaint old [)uneheon tloor, 

Fire-plaee and ehinuiev built ()f mud, 
Gave shelter for the poor. 

Such was the home of this poor wife. 

Married in luxury; 
A brok(>n lu>art, a blasted life, 

And abject poverty. 

iStarvation stared them in the face — 
The children cried for bread. 

Hunger and want knew no disgrace, 
Therefore they had to beg. 



TIIK DKHKK'I'KI) WIKK. - 115 

Their fortJicr mj>nHi^)n could he ween 

Krotn their old (;abin door ! 
Mow groat tho contrant now botwecn 

Thoir happy home of yore. 

The rriMriHion and th(; iurnitiir(3 

Sold for a paltry sum — 
Vacated by the drunkard's wife 

To pay th(^ coHt of rum. 

Delerium from exceHsive drink 

Crazed tlie drunkard's brain. 
He threw himself headlong beneath 

A paHrting railroad train. 

His mangled body — awful night — 
Was conveyed to his dear wife. 
Language cannot paint the scene — 
A drunkard's death, and want supreme. 

The funeral cortege passed the door 
Of once their happy home of yore, 
Where first they spent their honeymoon, 
Succeeded by a life of gloom. 



] 1 () THE 1 ) i':s p: kt ed wi f k . 

Sucli was the end of ('harlie Green, 
Once rid), and ludd in high esteem, 
W^ho, by strong drink, was made a shive 
At hi8t, to fill a drunkard^s grave. 

The funeral pom)), with noding plumes, 
Can ne'er describe a drunkard's doom; 
A noble manhood; lost and gone — 
All, all to pay the cost of rum. 

A drunkard's grave proclaims to all 
That men, in highest life, may fall 
By yielding to the curse of drink ! 
Unless, at once, they stop and think. 

Why should this loving wife be poor, 
And beg her bread from door to door? 
Her husband's was a life of shame, 
And yet, his wife was not to blame. 

Tiie license law held out the bait 
The appetite to cultivate; 
Therefore, it gave the right to sell 
Strong drink, to pave the way to hell. 



.//.]/ WILLI A MS' \V(>()I>-\VA(^0\. 

; i'nl)li>lic!| by i)oniii-5iun (il Sniii..) I'.;ik('!'.l 

I TOW the rattle of tlie wagon 

On the iiaggin' in the street 
Holds tlie ehordn of a music 

To my weary soul so sweet. 
An' th(> ])layful winds a whirlin' 

Dust an' eurlin' up behind 
Ts a ])aintin' pictures of the y)ast 

An' a holdin' 'em to mind. 

Now a hco r see a beamin' 

An' a -gleam in' o'er the load 
Where Jim Williams, like a king, 

Sits on his throne o' hickory wood, 
Little noticin' or heedin' 

Of the pleadin' of us kids 
Trompin' through the dust an' mud holes 

That the wagon's shadder hid. 

Holdin' on behind the wagon, 

Almost draggin' as we tried 
To surmount the boblin' couplin-pole 

To have a little ride. 



118 JIM WILLIAMS' WOOD-WAGON. 

With the sun-brown on our features 
An' our breeches patched or torn, 

While the flappin' straw hats failed 
To hide the wealth of curls unshorn. 

None but ang(ds as they saw us 

E'er could ch-aw us an' impart 
All the happiness or soirow 

That found lodgement in the heart. 
So just save your color, painter. 

'Taint er bit o' use to try 
To [)aint the sweetness of the music 

FoUnd in childhood's nielodv. 

Like a ripened shock I'm only 

Sad an' lonely waitin' here 
For the driven to come for me; 

An' when'er he does appear 
Let the music of the wagon 

On the flaggin' in the street 
Be the dirge of the funeral 

With Jim Williams on the seat. 



HARK THE SONG. 

[Air, "Sweei By 'and liy.''] 

r,X;]HERE\S a nong for the children to sing, 

With the aiigelB who stand 'round the throne, 
Unto Jtisus, our Saviour and King, 
Who was horn on this bright Christmas morn. 

Caorus: — 
Hark the song; angels sing, 

Peace on earth and good will to all men, 
Hark the song; angels sing, 

Peac e on earth and good will to all men. 

Hallellujah to Jesus we'll sing, 

Who was born with the beasts of the stall; 



120 HARK THE SONG. 

Now exalted a Saviour and King-, 
And the Maker aiid iMonareh of all. 

Chorus: — 

Multitudes of the heavenly throng, * 
In aseriptions of praises sublime- 

Hallehijah to Clod, is their song, 
For the gift of a Saviour Divine. 

Chorus: — 

Let the children unite in the strain, 
Singing praises to J*\sus their King; 

In the sweet by and by they shall reign, 
With tln/ir Saviour, in glory to sing. 



MABTINSVILLE. 

pIRST I'll speak of Martinsville, 
A railroad town upon the hill. 
A better town you'll seldom find 
On the Vandalia railroad line. 

In point of trade it will compare 
With rival towns most anywhere; 
Its Imsiness men, of earnest pluck, 
Are always turning something up. 

The streets are wide and pavements good, 
Built out of brick and first-class wood; 
Large business blocks show enterprise 
Surpassing towns of larger siz^. 

Buildings of brick and wood and stone 
Transformed like magic into homes, 
In modern style, and perfect skill — 
Such are the homes of Martinsville. 



lli'i MAirri N.SVII l.K. 

The hij;li-S('lu)ol huildiiij; on tht' hill 
Sprfika \v\>ih1(Ms Tor old Martiiisvilh>; 
lis praliiiL!, hell prochiiinM ji tone: 
This is tht' plnco to iuiy :i honir. 

hry u'oods :iri> roiiiul at (MiMrlio's storo — 
N'oii'll SCI' his nnnu' ahovo thr dooi; 
He'll [vvM yoii kindly cvt'iy way, 
Ami say ph^ast* call n^ain sonic day. 

Phrase call on Williams, if you ch(n>sc, 
Kor dv\ uotxls, or for hiuUs and shoes. 
He'll show you m>ods \'vi)\\\ morn till ni^hl, 
If yon will kiH'p (he cash in si^ht. 

It yon but wish a suit hrand lunv. 
First sci> what Charlie II. can do. 
For mont'V d(>wn he'll n»akt> you laugh, 
l>y selliui;- cheap for ready cash. 

Shinkle, Kasi«;-, (lamhle, tot>, 
Will sell ycui drugs both old and tuMv; 
.\nd tint^ cigars o( tirst- class brands, 
With toilet scnips to wash your hands. 



MARTINSVIIl.K. 12.'^ 

MrNary k< (■i>s ii hardwMrc sloi'r 
I^'or all your waiitK, and fdi tiincK irior* ; 
All kinds ofcookin^^ stoves the best, 
He'll waira.nl tlicin to sland iln^ test. 

if you are sick willi lever hot, 
Just call on Doctor J. ('omstock. 
iMcNary, too, will do liis ix-st 
To ijjive youi- aching!; stoni:icli rest. 

The peoj)le, too, ai"e all polite; 
Tlieir friendshij) always gives delight; 
To rich and poor, and all who will, 
Will find warm hearts in Martinsville. 

If you are anxious for a wife 
To make you happy all your life, 
The pretty girl to fill the bill, 
You'll surely find in Martinsville. 

And last of all, please stop and think 
Before you take a whisky drink — 
Let the winds blow high or low, 
Have courage, then, to answer no! 



.1/ fSS .1 ESS I A', O /.' A I. JUO A , ILL. 

p;^AIR little .I(.>ssi(^ of Albion town, 

A jew(»] of beauty as ever wan found; 
Her elu^ekH, like Ibe ros(>s, all bcantifnl, I'air, 
WMth pretty bhu' eyes and rieb <!;olden bair. 

An impressive bearing, a dij;niruul styb', 
llCr lips of oxi)r(>ssion tbrow out a sweet sniil(>; 
Tbe tlasb of bcr brij^bt eye, ber sw^eet niaj;i(; tone, 
Brinujs life and sweet suusbine to all in tlu^ borne. 

May tbe bitureof ,lessie, ho like ber s>veetebarnis, 
Or like tbe dear ehildren in ('brist's loving arms, 
Then surely His blessings will restu])on tbce, 
A future of glory shidl thine ever be. 

When life is all over, 1 boi)e tben to meet, 
The dear little Jessie, in heavtni to greet. 
Clothed in white garments, together we'll sing, 
The praises of Jesus, our heavenly king. 



IJVMX. 

[Air, VlU'iihili Land.'?] 

/^^OME ye that love the Lord indeed, 
Who are from sin and sorrow freed; 
Tiie ^reat redemption loud i)roclaim 
Salvation through the Saviour's name. 

(vHOR. On Pisgah's Mount by faith we stand, 
And view the glorious promised land, 
Its vales with milk and honey flow. 
For weary pilgrims here below. 
While pressing on to gain the prize; 
A heavenly mansion in the skies. 

The dazzling mansions bright and fair, 
Adorned with precious jewels rare, 
By faith its glories we behold. 
And yet the half can ne'er be told. 
Chor. 



I2f> HYMN. 

O ! in a y \a' p ri p c o n wi n gs su bl i i n e , 
» And view by faith that heavenly clime, 
T(vsing the anthems of the skies. 
Where everlasting glories rise. 

Ch OR. 

The brightest glories of that place, 
Will be to see the Saviour's face; 
His wondrous glories to behold, 
Whose love can never more be told. 



THE CANNING FACTORY. 

A SCO RE of fine ladies all handsome and fair, 
Dressed in fine clothing with bangs of fine hair 
All canning tomatoes by day and by night, 
To earn a few pennies, it gives them delight. 

Five pennies a canful, is very good pay, 
To every good worker, who works all the day. 
Thus making a dollar, when the work is all done, 
Besides all the pleasure of jolly good fun. 

A faithful, good worker has no time to play, 
Her motto is business, to make her work pay. 
Surpassing all others, it gives her delight. 
Good men are all anxious to find such a wife. 

The very best lady will always forego, 
A moment of pleasure and give up the show, 
And always be ready, with knife in her hand, 
An example to follow, commendable, grand. 



128 THE CANNING FACTORY. 

A girl who is shirky is not worth a dime, 
White laughing and joking she fools away time 
Unfitted for working, for business or trade, 
She's sure to live single, and die an old maid. 

^ I hope all the ladies will take this advice. 
And always be ready to peel with the knife; 
While duty first calls you, be ready to go, 
And never skedaddle to see a big shovy. 



LIXES TO THE ME MOBY OF MRS. DR. LOW. * 

[, I JHE light of the home has departed. 
To chmes more hrilliant and fair, 
To mingle with all the pure hearted, 

Free from all sorrow and care. 
Her mission of life is now ended. 

Her struggles and conflicts are o'er, 
In triumph her soul has ascended, 

To dwell with her Lord evermore. 

The Lord was her shepherd, hethought it wasbest 

To gather one more to his fold, 
To live in green pastures of heavenly rest, 

And to dwell in a mansion of gold; 
In dazzling, bright mansions so fair, 

Prepared by her dear loving Lord, 
In patience she waited and longed to be there, 

Inspired by the hope of His word. 



130 LINES TO THE MEMORY OF IMKS. DK. I.OU 

She died in the hope ol'brioht glory, 

Believing in Christ crucified, 
ProolQ^iniing the wondrous story, 

Of heivven, just over the tide. 
I'll soon be among the bright angels, 

Free from all sorrow and pain, 
To see the redeemed of all ages, 

With Jesus forever to reign. 
We bid thee adieu, dearest mother. 

We would not recall thee again, 
To this world of sorrow to sufter, 

A life of temptation and })ain. 



// VMN. 

f NBOUNDli:]) mercy love divine, 
A lii^ht in every land to shine; 
From heaven discending full and free, 
roasting as eternity. 

A living Btream, a gentle flow, 

Of heavenly bliHS to all who know, 

The power of justifying grace, 

Of heaven above, a Hweet foretaste. 

Immensity of love unknown 

To shining angels 'round the throne, 
Pardon and peace to sinners given, 

By Christ the only way to heaven. 

O blessed (irace iny heart inspire, 

With heavenly love and strong desire, 

To soar away on wings of love. 
And taste eternal joy above. 

Then shall I feel, and see and know. 
All that I heard of Christ below; 

When mortal life and flesh shall fail, 
I'll rest in peace within the vail. 



OlJli CAUSE IS MAUCIlIMr OX. 
[Tune, 'Mohn lirown's nody.^j 

J^^ EAR friends and loving neia^hbors, we come to 
you to-day, 
To ask you for subscriptions to help us on our way, 
'J'o build a church in Newton, where truth will have 
the sway, 

While we go n)arching on. 
Chorus: 
Glor}^, glory, hallelujah! glory, glory, hallelujah! 

Glory, glory, hallelujah! while we go marching on. 
We're poor and few in numbers, and yet our faith is 

strong, 
For Jesus is our Captain, He bids us march along; 
From ccmqueringunto conquest, until the work is done. 
While we go marchiugon. 
Chorus: 
A Baptist Church in Newton will help our cause along, 
Where we may preach the gosple of God's beloved 

son ; 
Therefore, dear friends, please help us, and God will 
say, well done, 

While we go marching on. 
Chorus: 



OUR CAUSE IS MARCHING ON. 133 

A Baptist Church in Newton a monument will stand 
For our Baptist principles majestic, true and grand; 
All in perfect harmony with our dear Lord's com- 
mand, 

While we go marching on. 
Chorus: 
We pray the Lord to help us while we are march- 
ing on. 
In this our glorious enterprise, in honor of His son; 
We'll give thee all the glory when the work is doae. 
While we go marching on. 
Chorus: 



The C\)innioi\-i;il Traveler A 

The Letter in Trnnt<it ^) 

Death and Okl Age 10 

Keep Pegging Awa}' 12 

The Young Bride's Mistakt^ 14 

Sample Advertib^enient It) 

Mistakes of Tife U) 

Lines on the l()tli Anniversary of the Wed- 
ding of .7. K. Wharf and Wife '2\ 

Fraternal Interests -'> 

The Old Settlers. 25 

The Lost Cane 30 

Fashionable Religion ol 

Savior Springs 34 

Thanksgiving Hynni .... 37 

The Temperance Army 39 

Tn Loving Remembrance of Mrs. Evaline 

Curd 42 

Birthday Anniversary 44 

Sabbath Hymn 46 

The Future 47 

Advice 49 

The Smart Boy 51 



INDKX. 185 

Th<' MittcM 52 

III Mciiioriain 58 

In L(>viii<2; UeincnihraiKM^ of Dr. l^iyiu;' 

('oniHtock 55 

The Independent 57 

Dedic;it(!d to Rev. .Joseph Lonj.', 5S 

Uncle Sain'K Heroes 51) 

Santa Claus 02 

l^>eulah'H Doll (H 

Tlie Old Home 05 

The Cot by the Mill (*)7 

Th(! Sweetest Things of Earth 0« 

The Bitterest Thino-s oi" Earth iV.) 

Beauty 70 

Dehiy 72 

Written for a Young Lady 74 

Light and Shadow 75 

Pluek and Grit; Love and Elopement 7() 

Such as we Have we Give 88 

In Loving Remembrance of Rex Peters 85 

What is Home without a Mother ? 87 

Neglect 88 

For the Album 90 

The Poisoned Vine 1)1 

One (iocs to Church 94 

Holiday Poem 95 

Circumstantial Evidence 98 

Wonderful Things 105 



136 ' INDEX. 

Fools 107 

Dead Horse 100 

Tha Bachelor 110 

Look Out HI 

The Deserted Wife 112 

Jim Williams' Wood-wagon 117 

Hark, the Song 119 

Martinsville 121 

Miss Jessie, of Albion, 111 124 

Hymn 125 

The Canning Factory 127 

Lines to the Memory of Mrs. Dr. Loav 129 

Hymn 131 

Our Cause is Marching On 182 

EKATTA:— rage ^4, liist line of last verse shmild read: 
The example of Ilim who died lor our sake. 

Page li:{, liryttwo lines of 2nd verse should read: 

Mis loving wife, o'erwhelmed with fears 
liesought him oftwitfi scalding tears. 



